Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Of course I didn’t turn her away, not only because of my guilt over leaving her alone all those years, but because I genuinely loved her. She was the one thing I was constantly proud of, even more so than my achievements in the work place. She was smart and beautiful and had the biggest heart of anyone I know.
That’s why I was afraid of hurting her. I don’t know why I was so sure, Brianna seemed to think it would be nothing, but I knew that my daughter still had abandonment issues, and if she knew I was fucking her friend it would not go over well.
Fuck me, how was I going to do this? I didn’t want to have to keep Bri a secret, she deserved so much more, and her home life was a mess. I needed to be there for her one hundred percent, and the man that I am conflicted with this arrangement, but things had happened so fast and so unexpectedly that I hadn’t been prepared. I didn’t even know the fucking girl existed until roughly a month ago, one week later I had her pinned under me with her blood on my cock.
I remember that first meeting like it just took place. I think as long as I live the feeling would always be this vivid, this new, this real. I’d come home from a long frustrating day, expecting to see my daughter in her usual sweats and one of my tees lounging around the house until her dad got home to spar with her. That’s what I call our nightly discussions on world events or whatever it was she was into on any given day. Instead I walked into a living room of teenage girls doing some sort of exercise.
My eyes zeroed in on one particular body. She was short, compact, with a mile of hair, and the biggest tits I’d ever seen on a body that small. At first glance it was almost easy to believe that it was some kind of hoax, that there was no way her little frame could carry all that tit meat, but my body’s reaction assured me that it was more than possible. She moved and those babies jiggled before falling into place, and I barely caught myself before shaking my head to clear it. I tried making sense of what I was seeing, of just what I had walked into.
They had moved the furniture around to make room and I guess because it was raining buckets outside they had decided to break their damn necks in my living room instead of out on the lawn. I’m pretty sure the handstand thing some of them were doing along with the jumping shit that had brought Brianna to my attention, were meant to be done in wide-open spaces.
“Oh hi dad.” I dragged my eyes away from the unbelievable tits of the girl in my living room and swallowed hard as I tried to concentrate on my kid. “Hi sweetheart.” I hope my voice didn’t give me away as I tried valiantly to keep my eyes front and center.
Out the corner of my eyes I saw the little sexpot do some sort of twist and bend. Her shirt which was tight while standing somehow moved away from her body in this position, giving me a good shot at the tops of her creamy tits. My daughter was saying something and I’m ashamed to say that for once I wasn’t hanging onto her every word.
No, instead I was trying my best to keep my dick under mind control. That shit wasn’t working though and I was afraid if I didn’t get out of there soon, I was gonna have some explaining to do. My daughter is very understanding but I don’t think she would understand why daddy was about to blow a nut in the middle of the living room in front of her friends.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Since when had I become a cradle robber? I tried talking myself down, tried rationalizing the shit in my head in the few seconds I was standing there, but nothing was working.
All I could hope was that my daughter and her little friends didn’t notice the massive cock that was trying to fight its way out of my slacks. Of course today had been meeting day and instead of protective jeans I was wearing a suit whose jacket I had long discarded, fuck me.
I held my briefcase in front of the evidence as my daughter introduced me; I only caught one name, hers. The little dark haired fox with the tits that made me wanna drool and fuck at the same time.
Her face was like something out of a Hollywood blockbuster, no lie. They didn’t make them like this when I was in school, and I’d fucked the best they had back then. What the fuck are they feeding these kids nowadays anyway?